OUR NIGEL!!
Now our Nigel , my youngest nephew , now what a scamp!If any child were borne under a wondering star , it were
Our Nigel!
One evening after tea, it were sumer , days long and hot
He were told to play with his brother, Ian, they had thear bikes (bicycles)
so me sister and I left 'em to it , later , Ian came home to there mum, less
Nigel !
Wheres Nigel , Ian'' asks his mum , ''I thought he were hear'', replied
Our Ian ,
'Must be down ,Kens'' , Ian suggests,
Kathy's phones me ,''Nigel with you , Ken?'' , I say ''no'' , ''not with me''
'I'm on my way'' , then we lived not two minuets apart,
''no need'' , ''he'll be home soon'' , '' you don't want to miss the bus''
I workde down the pit then , up I went , I asked Ian when last he saw Nigel,
It were getting dusk , fears a growing , sis never worried , why should she,
I worried enough for us all!!
I began to asked the my sisters neighbors , if were with them , or had they
seen , our Nigel but no one had, fears growing inside , mind full of story's from
the news
Some neighbors of Kathy , began to get ready to search , time were getting
on,come nine , I was due to catch my bus to work,
Then come 10 to 9 , in walks our Nigel , like a bad penny!!!
We all look at him , struck dumb , '' whats wrong?'' , asks inacent ,Nigel!!
''Wear the hell have you been'' , I demand to know,
''Been down on the sands'' (beach) , ''how?'' , daft question I know,
''The wind took me!'', as I listened incredulously, I noticed ,the way he were,
Dressed, top , trousers (pants , strides for the benefit of our American
Cousins and the colonials down under!! :) ) all inside out and back to front even
his shoes were on the wrong feet!!!
he'd gone skinny dipping!!!
I went from anger , feed by fear of the boggy men raging in my mind
Into fits of laughter , was I relieved he were back home , safe and sound and in
one pease !
I court the bus!!
Ken D Williams ( THE DYSLEXIC POET )
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Poetry by ken d williams
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Written on 2007-08-12 at 22:26
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